The young man could hardly utter the words, and sank upon a chair, not daring to meet his companion's eye.
Canolles stepped up to him.
"I shall never see you again in all probability," he said, with deep emotion.
"Who knows?" said the viscount, trying to smile.
"Promise one thing to a man who will never forget you," said Canolles, laying his hand upon his heart; and his tone and his gesture alike indicated absolute sincerity.
"What is it?"
"That you will sometimes think of him."
"I promise."
"Without anger?"
"Yes."